This is a song about "Contact"

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Checked her phone contact name of edna meyers

I'm a psychopath with a viscous path to make fatal contact

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

Smiling in my face as you said that, making contract with ya contact

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

Eye contact with saladin as we share this spot yo,

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex